Internet: The Exquisite Yet Abnormal Place for People Like Us (I:TEYAPFPLU_)

Chapter 1: The Fun yet Scary Truth that I was Invited to a Publishing Party

con·fu·sionkənˈfyo͞oZHən/noun
lack of understanding, uncertainty. "there seems to be some confusion about which company does what."the state of being bewildered or unclear in one's mind about something. "she looked about her in confusion"

A little definition but clearly what I felt when an unknown (but strangely familiar) email address sent me mail that popped inside my inbox with its title as "Publishing". It was from a Gmail address so it was only sort of obvious that it would be a personal email-address.

I opened up this mysterious message from an online writer (I knew because their email was dcanwrite@gmail.com, and what kind of person is not a writer if their personal email address was D CAN WRITE) thinking, Oh this must be someone who wants their book published, but I was strangely wrong because when I skimmed the email something in my brain clicked. Well- besides the fact Damon Wells name was written at the end of the email.

And it struck me so hard I yelped; "OH MY FRIGGIN GOD HOW COULD I NOT KNOW?!" Which lead to my apartment neighbor (My mother's friend from college just happened to live next to me. I mean- not really a coincidence since we live in a tiny town that I stayed in because it was the only place that brought me comfort, I just realized I can talk) Asking me if I was okay which I embarrassingly just nodded my head to and shamed myself for my sins. Afterwards, I fully read the email.

Hello Avery,

It might be strange that a random stranger who appears to have a personal email is contacting you. And in such a serious letter, too? Strange. But guess what, the book that we worked on in the fall of 2013 together that is titled Yours, is being published and since you had such a grand affect on the book it was no longer a questionable fact that you were being invited to my Publishing Party.

Information:
Phone Num: [blocked because you guys are lil' nasties]
Work Email that I check everyday: damonwellscanwritewell@damonwellsbooks.com

Contact me if you want to go to the party!

DAMON WELLS

I stared at the screen for a couple more minutes, blinking my eyes occasionally. Finally, I started to rub them.

Is this for real?

I panicked and grabbed my phone from the corner table and typed his phone number into a new contact.
Then, I assigned his name as 'D'. I texted him immediately.

Hey, It's Avery. I got your email. Here's your text. Get back to me asap. Thanks.

I slid my phone back onto the bed and logged onto my job.I clicked the check mark saying I was here today. Then my eyes searched for something to do. I got a new message from Damon, saying basically the same thing. Guess he was trying to get to know me.

Suddenly my phone pinged again and I looked at it. I small smirk approached my lips and demanded itself onto my face. I accepted it, but it was pushed by a frown when I saw what it said.

D: Great! Did you miss me ;) ?
A: *internally scoffs* a bit. how was making your book?
D: Good. Bad. Bad being without you ;'(
A: stop flirting with me. it was a trick question.
D: Aw, fiesty. I like it.
A: of course you do. god, you sound so cliche right now.
D: That hurt. Right here. *points to heart*
A: well if i wasn't feisty would you hate me?
D: Depends.
A: how??
D: Are you hot?
A: perv.

I angrily sighed and put my phone down. Then I picked it up again.

A: feisty*

I smirked and put my phone back down. I barely even knew him, and boy did he change. I used to have the teeny weeniest crush on him because he was nice and easy going and caring guy. But now— now he's this super-bad-boy-player dude who by the way, may flirt with you but they give you the hardest time. I don't even know how I manage with the guys at my school.

I know he is a super-bad-boy-player-dude (sbbpd for short) because I read a lot of books. And by books, I mean Teen Fiction Romance Novels. I love the damn books because when the protag wins over the guy its like you were there with her, celebrating. If shit hits the fan, you are there for her. You are reading the protagonists life. Their story.

And when its all worth it, it becomes something so much more.

I don't need a boyfriend. I have Teen Fiction Romance Novels.

My phone pings again.

D: First you correct me and now the silent treament? You're cold, poptart.
A: aww, little damon cant deal with it?
D: :O! Of course I can!
A: can't*. i bet you're happy im in your life c:
D: Yes. Thank you, autocorrect demons!
A: bleh.

I put my phone's alarm down and connected it to the charger. Then, I smashed onto the bed.

"Uuuuuurgggrhhrf." I said to myself. Why is he so annoying? How can he change personalities from a nice and funny and possibly good looking guy (I've never seen him, don't judge), to a sbbpg and possibly good looking guy? It's all so confusing.

PING!

D: So, Publishing Party. You up to it?
A: I'm going to bed now. I'll think about it.
D: K I'll bother you in the morning.
A: bye
D: Night, Princess.
A: thats so cliche.
D: My pleasure ;)

Ew.